Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.